(add. Jean Philippe Louis) - The Morning lyrics

[Verse 1: JP] Yeah, crew Grey on grey's the new black Track 'a' make a sick rap Wrapping words in bubble wrap Popping bubbles you 'erstand I'll stay at the top, 'til I drop, off this coaster Tell all these girls to come a little closer Blood eyes and I'm seeing nothing Yeah, beauty is only heard All these girls are always blushing Why the f** would you be judgin' I suggest that you be hummin' b**hes watch'n me succeedin' They sayin' I'm the hottest yeah When I'm scratchin' my guitar, uhm Used to be guitarist, think J.P. like Jimmy Page and I'm tryin' to stay modest Target to all critics, ellipsis to my lyrics Fixes to my highs and my lows they gon' extinguish Like the fire in the forest of C. Rado 40 Ms I blow for this bezeled Rado Go for a Rolly, now that might seem unholy Just call Fred up and, ask for it slowly Slowly, slowly, slowly [Verse 2: Frisky] 'Sup my name Fred, girls tell me "ta dead" I like the color purple, blue plus red Give me a gift, just cause I exist, hah You're pissed, my fame you will a**ist Color threads and silver, always on my wrist NFS MW, seven days I drift To my studies I commit, successfully I'm built Almost got my permit, too busy with this script Push stories ain't a crime, now we at our prime [Verse: JP] Flip a dime for heads or tails, I'm tellin' tales Five hunna chains, you better praise this crazy brain make you a slave you might obey Don't call me gay cause I'm s**y everyday Yeah, grey on grey's the new black b**h J.P. is back, b**h J.P. is back My favourite verb is Akons Smack, smack, that, all on the floor Nah nah nah, stop I'm bored I'm so bored